Måned: mai 2008

If I could tell the world just one thingIt would be that we’re all OKand not to worry ’cause worry is wastefuland useless in times like theseI won’t be made uselessI won’t be idle with despairI will gather myself around my faithFor light does the darkness most fear

My hands are small, I knowBut they’re not yours, they are my ownBut they’re not yours, they are my ownand I am never broken

Poverty stole your golden shoesBut it didn’t steal your laughterand heart ache came to visit meBut I knew it wasn’t ever afterWe’ll fight, not out of spiteFor someone must stand up for what’s right‘Cause where there’s a man who has no voiceThere ours shall go singing

My hands are small I knowBut they’re not yours, they are my ownBut they’re not yours, they are my ownand I am never broken

In the end only kindness mattersIn the end only kindness matters

I will get down on my knees, and I will prayI will get down on my knees, and I will prayI will get down on my knees, and I will pray

My hands are small I knowBut they’re not yours, they are my ownBut they’re not yours, they are my ownand I am never broken

My hands are small I knowBut they’re not yours, they are my ownBut they’re not yours, they are my ownand I am never brokenWe are never broken